The correct way to cultivate poros

Chapter 50 Braum's Favorite Wild Boar Stew
Braum put the poro aside, then pushed the shield against the wall, and climbed up to the roof on the shield.

He swept away the thick snow on the roof, opened the roof to observe the boy's position, and then came to the end of the roof farther away from the boy.

The next thing is to lift your foot and step on it until you step on the roof to make a hole and sink in with one foot, and then expand the hole to the extent that people can pass through.

"Give Braum a strong rope, it won't hurt to fall."

Then, the boy was successfully rescued, and immediately moved to a room with a stove to keep warm.

Mustache looked at the tall Bron with admiration, and seemed to understand the meaning behind his actions.The bearded man stretched out his paw and patted it on the back, with a smug look on his face as if saying, "How is it? My master is amazing, isn't he?"

Seeing this, Zell couldn't help laughing, and his intuition told him that if the little Poro continued to follow Braum to do good things, he might become powerful and loving.

Bron continued to ask the villagers about the situation and asked if there was anything else that needed help.

At this time, a woman came back from outside the village. Seeing a hole in the roof of the house, she asked people everywhere to ask about the situation. After learning what happened, she came to Bron personally to thank her.

"Big hero, thank you so much for saving my little Mo..."

She claimed to be the little boy's mother, and said that she left the child at home to collect firewood outside, but she didn't expect the snowstorm to come so fast, and she could only hide in the cave and pray that the child was safe at home.

"You're welcome, as long as the child is fine." If it weren't for the fact that the other party was a woman, Bron really wanted to pat her on the shoulder to cheer her up.

He has always had a lot of respect for being a mother.

"How about that?"

In order to thank Braum, the boy's mother decided to take out the frozen meat at home and cook a pot of authentic Freljord wild boar stew for Braum.

Braum never asks for anything in return for helping others. His mother told him that the Freljords are all family members, and even if the enemy's life is in danger, he will rescue him, because he believes that love can convert hatred.

But food comes first, and it's not easy for Bron to refuse someone's kindness against the wish of his stomach.

"Hahaha, it's great, it's Bron's favorite stewed wild boar!"

Seeing Braum laugh happily, Poro also snorted, although he didn't know why he was so happy, but laughing doesn't always need a reason.

The boy's mother rushed to prepare food, because her child also needed this stew to warm up his body.

The best stewed wild boar is Juvask wild boar. This kind of wild boar weighs up to a ton in adults, and the meat is delicious. One is enough for a village to eat for several days.But bigger means harder to catch. For this village, ordinary wild boars are enough.

Bron was waiting in the village. He was a little tired after driving through the snowstorm for a day and night. It was best to rest in the village and eat something to replenish his energy.

He picked up a shovel to help the villagers shovel snow together, chatting while working hard.Several kids who admired him came to help, actually pestering him to tell stories.

Bloom then told stories about his heroic deeds that had been passed down from other people's mouths.Although the core of most of the stories are real events, these stories become more and more bizarre and miraculous as they spread, and have become widely spread legends.

But that's fine, the Freljords like to brag about themselves.

Bloom already loved telling stories, telling his own, and even so, he saved the best for later.After all, there are warm bonfires and delicious stews, how can we miss wonderful stories?

Nothing brings people together like a good meal.

But not long after, the boy's mother ran back in a hurry.

She said the water level of the river next to the village had dropped so much that what little water was left was frozen.

"Maybe the upstream waterfall is frozen." The village elder at the beginning said with a sigh: "Oh, there is no way, the snowstorm was so big last night... If you can't get water from the river, then Shave some snow and boil it before stewing the meat."

"No, the wild boar stew tastes better if it's boiled in river water. It's almost tasteless to boil it in snow water. How about you find someone to take Bron to the upper reaches, and Bron will let the river flow again."

"Then I will trouble you." The village chief said.

Since the young and middle-aged people stayed in the village to shovel snow, it was the little girl who took Braum out of the village.

Walking on the road, Bron kept touching his smooth forehead, which seemed to help him think.

Although his brain is not so good, he has his own considerations.

In fact, no matter whether it is boiled with river water or snow water, the harsh environment of the Freljord is destined to prevent people from being too harsh on the taste.

The slight difference in taste is completely negligible, but if the river is not opened, it will be very inconvenient for people to get water. Every time they have to boil the snow to get water, this is undoubtedly a waste of firewood.

And what happened to the little boy just now shows that not every household in this village has enough firewood to use, so this kind of waste should be avoided as much as possible.

He didn't want anyone to freeze to death.

"Over there!" Coming upstream, the little girl pointed to a frozen waterfall on the hillside. The upside-down icicles hung on the edge of the cliff, and no drop of liquid water could flow down.

"It's strange. Normally, a waterfall of this size is not so easy to freeze...Why are these icicles so small?" Bron looked at the waterfall, feeling something was wrong.

"Don't you pull the sun down to melt the ice?" the little girl asked innocently.

"Oh ho ho ho, if you do that, it will be too hot, and the ice cubes will turn into gas and run away before they turn into water." Bron rubbed his head and said with a smile: "And the waterfall is only created because the water flow is too small and too slow. What was frozen was not the reason for the violent snowstorm. Even if the waterfall was thawed, the problem of too small water flow would not be changed, and it would still be frozen after a while. Let’s go a little further, maybe we can find Answer."

The little girl couldn't climb the cliff, so Braum asked her to wait there while he took the Poro up.

His guess turned out to be correct. A tree that had been destroyed by the blizzard fell across the river, cutting off the Freljord's blood.

When he got closer, he found that there were still some dormant things beside him.

Stone beetles, stone creatures brought to life by magic, often make their nests in the highlands near villages, eating rocks to grow and reproduce.

Like poros, they reproduce by fission.If a stone beetle is left alone, it can quickly reproduce in large numbers, and the subsequent nests can change the landscape.

The big tree in front of me fell down because the root system was damaged by the activities of the stone beetle, so it couldn't withstand the blow of the snowstorm.And it seems that these stone beetle swarms are still expanding. Sooner or later, the nests will form a dam and completely block the river.

(End of this chapter)